look! says little johnny
there goes another one

and with a simple little
gesture of a hand

they are gone

oh no! cries little Sally
they are leaving too

and with a simple little wipe
dries her childlike eyes

they are gone

When is it our turn?
asks the eldest of the three

when we too will be gone
as he turns his head to me

looking for relief

and the best I can muster
is an outright lie

we can handle anything
Uncle Sam can throw my way

taxes up again the papers say
foreclosures on the rise

and another sign goes up

as I look up with weary eyes
and think

how much for Heaven's sake
is too much?

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